Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Did They Ever Wonder As I Did Wonder?

“Somebody once said, "our lives are the sum total of our experiences". But it's not the experiences, it's the people; not just the ones in our lives, but those who play through: The Amandas, the Martys, all the fly by, small but rich relationships; sometimes they're the most special of all. It's why we always promise to stay in touch. If only we did. If only we did. "

Reminded was I by an old friend of my mother's that there were 3 of them that meant in kindergarden in 1924 and remained friends so close through out even when different roads each one tread. Then I thought of those who in my life became drop bys and flybys the one ones I never stayed in touch with! What If they or I had stayed?

A person is defined by these relationships, the ones who come to stay,the ones who drop in and out when least expected, and the flybys who lite and then are gone just as quick. Each one is a passage in my life’s book.

So which ever of the three you are or were thank you for time! For the door held open, for the smile, for the brief hello exchanged, for the skill passed down, for the hug, for the encouragement, for the friendship!

Think of me in my element as I will of you in yours and we will each smile as we remember the time our paths crossed and we shared something of ourselves.

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I think my mother and I were born with sand between our toes and saltwater in our blood. I learned to walk on the beach & even before I was walking, she taught me to swim in the ocean.
My grandparents first came to Florida on their honeymoon in 1912 on a train from Chicago to Key West.
In the early 1950s, when I was very young my mother & I and often my grandmother and sometimes my sister would awaken to hurry down to the beach to wade in the pools left behind by the tides. There we would find starfish, hermit crabs, sand dollars, and the most wondrous shells. We always took a loaf of bread to feed the gulls and I always had my trusty bucket and spade to gather up coquinas from which my grandmother would make the most wonderful chowder.
Later after the evening meal we would gather about the crackling fire to dig through old photographs and listen to my grandmother talk about her childhood, her siblings, her parents and grandparents and her many, many uncles, aunts and cousins.
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